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Open Window
An open window looks out upon
The fields and grass of green
And trees, too, are found out there
As big as I have seen
And further past this open port
The beach stops at the sea
With slow, hypnotic waves of time
Calling you and me
Out the open window I gaze
Toward the people in my past
And each of them have different tales
That they have each amassed
Through the open window I peer
And see so many dreams
I wonder how each will unfold
Yet some never reached it seems
With the window open further still
I watch in slow review
And see things pass before me
Things both old and new
Each of us has a kind of window
You can open anytime
Just reach inside and gently raise
The window of your mind
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